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You are never going to believe this.
Maybe you will, given my past history.
I paid a $55 library fine today. Let me tell you, it hurt.
I really wanted to blame somebody. I tried to find a way to blame poor old Joe, but it simply wasn’t his fault. I wanted to blame a vacation (we did go to Old Grandma’s) or my job, but I really couldn’t.
The bottom line is that I looked at our library basket (filled with thirty-five or so books) every day and made the conscious choice to not take them back to the library.
I renewed them twice, the maximum allowed.
And I continued to look at them in the living room every day.
I did ask Joe to take them back once or twice, but he forgot.
And I still did not to return the books to the library.
I didn’t take the books back to the library because it is too hard.
The library is only a few miles away, but leaving the house with my two children is a big job that requires a big time commitment.
First, I have to get dressed. Normally, I wear my pajamas all day. I figure, when you don’t sleep in your pajamas, it’s okay to wear them all day.
Then I have to get Grace dressed. She normally wears her pajamas all day, too. Grace is going to dance around and laugh and want to play and not get dressed at all. Convincing Grace to put clothes on requires putting the baby down, and the baby does not like to be put down these days.
Then I have to pack the diaper bag: a few cloth diapers, a diaper cover, my wet bag, (because, inevitably, I will have washed them and not put them back into the diaper bag), a bottle with 6 ounces of water, formula powder, a burp rag, and two bibs.
Hopefully, the books are already in the library book basket. Otherwise, I’ll have to hunt them down.
Next, I have to get the baby into the car seat carrier, and that usually requires putting Grace’s toys away. There are always toys all over the place.
I usually can’t find Grace’s shoes (because she takes them off all over the house and never remembers where they are), so I have to look for them.
And now, the baby is screaming and tears are running down her cheeks and her poor little face is all red. She hates her car seat carrier, and she will be delighted when she is big enough for the convertible car seat.
I have to get the children into the car, carrying the diaper bag, my phone, and the car seat carrier.
Inevitably, Grace will ask me to carry her, too, and that is absolutely impossible.
And I need to sit down and take some deep breaths.
Then I realize that I forgot the books. Fortunately, I haven’t started the car yet.
I go back for the books, put them in the car, and drive the 4 miles to the library.
It is roughly 90 minutes since I first decided to go to the library. By now, Grace is probably hungry, the baby is wanting a bottle, and they are both whining.
And I am sweaty and tired.
It is just so much easier to stay at home and play and read our books.
If we’re going to keep borrowing books from the library, I’m going to have to get a little more organized.
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